Let's be muted together-
let touch, hugs, and kisses
the only languages
We knew for centuries
and a thousand years more.
Given immortality
could be granted
if you let your;
Heart, mind, soul and body-
Collide with mine.

We've started the year with nicknames and endearments- stuffs that makes us look stupid but sweet. Started affection and all other addiction- your voice, your looks, your smell and everything about you. But we- you start to end it with sorry's and reasons and insecurities and-stopped. Ended the year with nothing but memories that carves pain within. We- we just stopped.

You stole
my heart away
and to
the whispers
of the wind
I can hear
its beats
fading
slowly...

it's terrifying
to pour your heart, your soul
the parts of yourself that
could break you,
into something that is not so much of a thing
but instead a piece of your very
being,
and have it turned down,
rejected,
spit on.
how do you recover
from such a loss?
-a.c.b

Stormchaser, so they call me
but little do they know
I’m the freaking storm, itself
I breathe hurricanes
I spit tidal waves
my voice roars like a thunder
and the lightnings
are my excess prowess

I am a storm
but little do they know
what I’m capable of

then they begin
to take
everything from her
and all
that is left
are traces
of her
dried tears